Almost two weeks ago, I lost a bunch of words. It was my fault, and user error sucks gangrenous pinky toe. The next day Blogger started acting up. Then Google+ began asking questions that end relationships (i.e. We’ve been dating for 30 days, would you like to buy a car together? In the case of Google+, it’s all about merging anything a person has in cyberspace). So I dumped Google+… and YouTube… and NetworkedBlogs… and Twitter.
Losing work to mild carelessness sucketh very mucho. I was sad for a while; working hard and sleeping little to make up for more than 2,000 words… of editing. I was so frustrated that I decided to put the work aside for a bit, and read A Blink of the Screen by Terry Pratchett. The collection of my Knight Writer’s short works—including one or two of his not so awesome first tales—lifted my mood. I roared when he introduced one of his stories with: “Argh, argh, argh… if I put my fingers in my ears and go ‘lalalala’ loudly I won’t hear you read this story.” I think every writer would feel that way if reading her or his work after four decades.
My day continued to get better when I got a rather uncanny “Thank You” email. A girl contacted me to say that seeing my hairy arm (in this post) while she was “looking for ways to remove [her body] hair,” inspired her to forget about electrolysis. She’ll “fix [her] car with the money.” She told me that after reading over 300 of my posts, she decided that if I was this happy being hairy then she could be the same. Her email didn’t only improve my disposition, but it also helped me get rid of a headache that had been kicking my butt for days.
The girl’s email came back to mind while I was looking at some hiking pictures…
|my hand, being inspiringly hairy over a ginormous mushroom, at Breakheart Reservation|
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